His solitary figure flew swiftly through the lofty mountains. Dense yin mist drifted among the peaks, filling the air with a chilly aura. The surrounding mountains were rugged and desolate, making it feel as though utter silence had descended over the land.
Sensing that the wisp of true ghostly aura within the yin mist was growing denser, Qin Fengming was greatly excited, but at the same time, his vigilance rose sharply.
As he sped onward, the sensation of pure yin energy flooding into his body—one that terrified all ghost cultivators—failed to appear.
Seeing that there were no soul fragments or ghost creatures anywhere around him, Qin Fengming was puzzled. At the same time, he had already clasped an object in each hand.
Caution was the greatest safeguard that had allowed Qin Fengming to survive countless dangers and retreat unscathed.
This time, his prudence once again produced miraculous results.
Just as Qin Fengming was controlling his escape light and flying rapidly forward, an alarm suddenly rose in his heart. Under the cover of his divine sense, his figure abruptly stopped at the edge of a mountain valley.
The valley before him showed not the slightest abnormality, but blue radiance flashed repeatedly in Qin Fengming's eyes, and his expression turned solemn.
"How did you discover that this old man was hiding here? This old man had thought he had concealed his aura without leaving the slightest trace, yet you still sensed something. That truly exceeded this old man's expectations."
Qin Fengming stared at a certain spot within the valley, his gaze no longer shifting.
Just as Qin Fengming sensed something amiss, a familiar voice carrying a hint of surprise suddenly rang out from the spot he was watching.
Then a surge of red yin mist billowed forth, and an old man appeared